June 1, 2005
My nail fell off.
From the purple toe. I was taking a bath, then the nail just peeled off, as if it was a fake one, as if it was a mask or something, as if it never belonged to me.
Still astonished, I found that beneath the old nail, a tender young nail was growing discreetly, even though just a little. Like the grass under the snow, preparing itself all the winter, though unnoticed, once the sun unveils the spring, it just covers the earth overnight. Never had I realized so clearly that I had stronger ability to revive than I thought.
The dead was dead. Even though it appeared alive.
All of sudden, I was delightful.
Posted by pengbo at June 1, 2005 11:40 PM